"Granduncle, you knew my grandfather?" Yue Xiaofei asked, a little surprised.
"Knew him? We were far more than acquaintances!"
Lu Zhenhua slapped his thigh. "Back on the battlefield, we trusted each other with our lives! He saved mine from the Japanese soldiers' bayonets!"
"Granduncle, my grandfather has dementia now. Sometimes he's lucid, sometimes he's confused..." Yue Xiaofei said.
At those words, Lu Zhenhua fell silent for a long time, his heart aching as though a knife had pierced it.
How could that man, who had once torn across the battlefield like a tiger descending the mountain, striking terror into the enemy, have ended up like this?
"No! I have to go see him!" Lu Zhenhua said firmly.
Yue Xiaofei nodded, but told him the truth. "Granduncle, Grandpa might... not recognize anyone anymore."
The light in Lu Zhenhua's eyes dimmed for a moment, then his gaze grew resolute again.
He waved a hand and spoke in a tone that brooked no argument.
"It doesn't matter whether he recognizes me."
"As long as I recognize him!"
They had not yet finished reminiscing.
Suddenly, the urgent, powerful roar of engines came from outside the lounge.
Then several glaring headlights pierced the stillness of the night, lighting up the entire branch compound as brightly as day.
"What's going on?"
Jin Dapao was the first to react. He shot to his feet and looked warily out the window.
Vroooom!
Several military Mengshi off-road vehicles bearing Eastern Frontier Theater plates streamed into the compound like swords drawn from their sheaths, then swung their tails around in a neat maneuver and came to a steady stop below.
Bang!
The doors opened.
Two figures, straight and tall as pines, stepped out side by side.
The man on the left was powerfully built, with a resolute face and